| Water is wet and rocks are hard
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| But the wind, my friend, does what it wants
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| So, I move with the wind
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| I move with the wind, if I move at all
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| What do you do with a drunken sailor?
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| What the hell, how should I know?
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| What do you do with a drunken sailor
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| When you don’t know what to do with yourself?
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| Oh, I move with the wind, if I move at all
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| We’ve run aground, stuck on these rocks
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| I guess I’m all wet but that’s how I got caught
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| That’s how I got caught but that’s how I got caught
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| Hook, line and sinker
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| Consider this then think of nothing
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| Ah, wouldn’t that be nice
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| Close your eyes, feel the ocean rising
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| Floating on a bed of spice
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| Oh, I move with the wind, if I move at all
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| We’ve run aground, stuck on these rocks
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| I guess I’m all wet but that’s how I got caught
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| But that’s how I got caught but that’s how I got caught
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| Hook, line and sinker |